Dere's de missus, ah jaysus she's still gorgeous after all dese years. Love of my life, she is. Yeh'd never know she's a temper on 'er like an I-dunno-wha'

Macker The Quacker in a rare silent moment. I wouldn't mind only 'e does be talking shite ou' r'a him mornin' to nigh', an nobody can understand a feckin' word 'he says cuz 'a de choon'gum stuck in 'is beak.
"Spi'i'r ou', Macker" we do be sayin' to him, but does 'e listen? Does 'e shite

Dat's me young wan righ' dere. She's all in a flap cuz I told 'er she was not goin' to De Moat dat nigh'. I know what dey do be gettin' up to under dat bridge, an' I'm damned if anny daugh'er of mine is goin' dere, bringing back diseeases.